So there I was, on my way to the mountains of New Zealand. The weather was beautiful and every flower was colourful. Ahead of me there was a long path leading to the top of the mountains, so I took a deep breath and started marching.
At some point when I was walking up the path I got tired and stopped at a beautiful little lake, I sat down and had a sip of my water and a bite of food. When I was done I continued my walk on the path leading up into the mountains, but suddenly I stumbled across a footprint that looked like a bears, but I didn’t think anything of it.
As I reached the top of the mountain I looked out into the distance, it was really, really beautiful and there was birds everywhere in the sky. The sky instantly turned dark and it started pouring down with rain. I quickly took out my raincoat from my backpack to keep me dry.
I spotted a little cave in the mountainside and I decided to stay there until the rain stopped. But as I sat down in the cave I felt like I wasn’t alone. I heard a big grunt not far away from where I was. I rapidly stood up and ran out the cave, when I got out of the cave I stopped not far away and stared at the cave for several seconds.
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